[You Got To Make It Through The World] it's kind of a survival song. Survival is what's happening and it's basically a song about that.

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.

Music is spiritual. The music business is not.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

I think Paul McGuinness and U2 created the Irish music industry. It certainly wasn't there before that.

Our relationship could now thrive only in my head, and to discuss it with a mother intent—admittedly in my own best interest—on challenging it with reality might do it irreparable harm.

This is your time. Make it count by dedicating your time to your Heavenly Father.

The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.

We must not expect simple answers to far-reaching questions. However far our gaze penetrates, there are always heights beyond which block our vision.

What is matter? Never mind.

What the Court really has refused to recognize is the fundamental interest all individuals have in controlling the nature of their intimate associations.

We are the great grassroots campaign of the modern era, built from mousepads, shoe leather and hope.

Strange with women when They find out you love men More than they Never let you kiss them On the mouth again.

Books bear him up a while, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy.

You know I've never agreed with baths. Sittin' around in your own dirt like that.